Your warm hand roaming, fingers finding slick, eager spaces, twitching with need, your other hand guiding me to the rhythm you want. The room silent save for the sounds of my wet desire, my muffled whimpers. My throat rubbed raw, crying and gasping for air as your hand tightens in my hair, your cock so shoved deep, your fingers snaked inside my holes. You own all of me, and I cum, convulsing around your fingers. “Naughty girl!” you hiss, my spasming throat pushing you over the edge, your cum my prize, my salvation…
Oh yeh feels great!
Stop dat cat!